1. Ten Grim Commandments (5:25) 2. Life A$ Art (4:41) 3. (morphia) (1:22) 4. Echoes of Despair (5:15) 5. Good Things (3:42) 6. Gotterdammerung - 6 (4:56) 7. Without Your Crapes (4:10) 8. Quest for Dun Maura (12:26) 9. Dance in Devachan (5:08) 10. Teargas (4:02) 11. Disembodiment (7:34)
Life a$ Art
Your life is more an art Arranging lust inside my cold heart What’s left to do What’s never said But felt it’s left aside Your life is more an art I take those straight forward What’s left and bend before us Never said and left aside
AND I SEEM TO DIVE INSIDE MORE THAN ART WHAT’S LEFT ASIDE BESIDE YOUR FICTION OF LIFE AS ART
Express your weakness Distress in feeble hearts Express your weakness Distress in feeble hearts Your life is more an art
AND I SEEM TO DIVE INSIDE MORE THAN ART WHAT’S LEFT ASIDE BESIDE YOUR FICTION OF LIFE AS ART
Your life is more and art
Express your weakness Distress in feeble hearts Express your weakness What’s never said but felt as left aside
AND I SEEM TO DIVE INSIDE MORE THAN ART WHAT’S LEFT ASIDE BESIDE YOUR FICTION OF LIFE AS ART
Echoes of Despair
CREATION OF SIN COME HERE AND BELIEVE ME COME OVER AND LAUGH FOR CREATION OF SIN YOU HAVE BEEN TOO LONG DOWN THERE TOO LONG IN THERE SOMEWHERE TO STAY UNKNOWN OR TO REMAIN AS GROWING PAIN
REPENT FOR DESIRE WE MADE YOU WITHOUT FAITH ARE YOU THE GIFT OF GOD OR THE REVENGE OF SHAME CAN I STAY HERE AND CAN I LEAVE YOUR MOTHER DO I HAVE TO CHANGE MY NAME IN FOREVER SHAME
I’M MAKING LOVE WITH MY OWN HANDS LOVE IS LIKE THE WIND TORTURING THE QUICKSAND
ECHOES OF DESPAIR
GET IN SHAPE AS YOU GROW, YOU’RE DROWNING BIGGER GROWING LARGER FROM THE DARKNESS YOU CAME INTO DARKNESS YOU WILL STAY GET IN SHAPE AS YOU GROWN FACING ME FACING YOURSELF SOME DESTINED DREAMS TELL YOU HOW TELL YOU WHEN CREATED YOU DON’T KNOW HOW DON’T KNOW WHEN CREATED YOU DON’T KNOW HOW DON’T KNOW WHEN
NO TIME, NO REPENT DREAMS WILL END, NO MONEY TO SPEND MAKING LOVE WITH MY OWN HANDS.
Good Things (The Sisters of Mercy Cover)
The cracks appear along the wall… See the people stoop that, That once stood tall… See the buildings crumble, See the empires fall But I see no more and, I don’t recall
Cause I see Nothing but the good things.
Well, nothing mentioned, nothing lost Count the changes, count the cost Reformations, so uncertain Keep your station, draw the curtain Cause out there the snipers Work the ridges Buildings bombs and blowing bridges Out there on a darkened road The lines are dead And the cars explode
But, In here nothing but the good things
I see a green and pleasant land… Nothing mean or, underhand On the fence, or in the sand Where I take no chances, And I take no stand Against the wall, against the wire, Against the fall, against the fire, Against the sale, against the hire They say the profit’s high but, I know the cost is higher
Still I see Nothing but the good things.
Without your crapes
Blame the raven Of tomorrow Look into his eyes You’ll feel his fire eyes Promises sound Nice to be broken as ice To live without your crapes Would slowly kill my love They feel every lonely sigh Getting high getting high
Swallow my ignorance And treasures will be found I’ve seen your naked skin And shape I’ll starve Without your crapes
Through this hollow world And then destroy The living soul Through this hollow world Walking on to be held And on hold
Human’s own disaster Human’s own disgrace Human’s own disaster Is to die without your crapes
The reason For their laughter The reason to be In this saviours place The reason for their hunger Is to die without your crapes
Quest for dun Maura
Choose the primrose path And we’ll experience Their parades Under all saints day Protective layer All saints nights Cradles prayers But they don’t need you there The sidhe don’t want you there
No one there come out and see Please, Do you want my pounding heart Or some smothered seed Hanging on tight, You’re screened by the hope to be Sincerely yours, Kissing flesh Sucking maggot’s fee As for tomorrow, sod is here And she’s piercing my brow And my Eyelids One guilty share Like the racist, the fascist, Faeces of masses Long gone still has mine Long done still owns grime Long wrong still isn’t named
After the one who will hear The one who will tear The one who’ll put red ropes Around my neck Your neck Cause we’re made and lashed We’re disarmed, detached, die They Trample their next scents, die For the one who will hear The one who will tear The one who’ll put The quest upon my neck, your neck The quest before you moil and bear The quest before you moil and bear
Create the fear That can cover your soul Accept the fear that can Touch you to the bone Create some more For a sign that will lead you Then lay down once more And say goodbye
But they don’t need you there The sidhe don’t want you there Like the racist, the fascist, Faeces of masses
Now dance girl dance, Tiptoe fall sway Dance girl dance Tiptoe fall sway Dance here dance, Seal your mind don’t faint Now dance girl dance Tiptoe with shame You can leave him up for today You can leave him after today Leave it all, it’s up for today Leave it all behind
Dance in Devachan
Existence is a combination Of spiritual and material energy The spiritual underlies creation Or matter is generated by Spiritual Energy
So I’m not what you are seeing But still I fell what I feel The Heart the difference is real Back to godhead Back to forever threat
Long past the pulse And Pain of Passion Long left the limits of all love I crave some nearer fuller fashion Some unknown way beyond above
So still I’m not what I have been But still I feel and people kneel The necromancer will seal Threat and godhead Remember this remember that Still back to godhead Back to remember that
Love is staining the lie today (for all the lie stays)
I still don’t see Why those tears we lived on Had to end the weakness Had to solve the doubt Still cannot find a common law To walk under the highwire To love without the highwire
Love is staining the lie today (for all the lie stays)
As soon as difference The stain is noticed For Devachan Carriors choose A Life unnoticed Besides Devachan
No Devachan After pretext gone Neither Devachan… Nor persuations fun Treasures, feelings, Memories, Decay Beyond lies a life of a she fail
Love isn’t gaining the lie today
So I am not what you’ve been But still I feel what I feel The heart the difference is real Back to godhead Back to remember that.
Teargas
When I look at them They see and think love Don’t care your heart Suck sensitive pain Well, it’s the never fading Glory of the way They’ll sink He came to see Caress laughter, Blind your back You’re the exhibition, Prayer for disease Which ends with work And wife at ease Which ends with work And wire at ease
Discouraging the line But the line is there To save
Sick exhibition, Sick Exhibition With no damn Good in your mind See that nothing hides Behind trying being kind
And when they gride For your grief And they decide Why it’s their only Giving in then spit And try Your thoughts Of suicide pass by Your thoughts Of suicide pass by
Nor what you try It’s them for they Rely on faith Given by name Driven by games Raping fame
Discouraging the line But line is there to save
Disembodiment
When I look at my own blood as it is on the walls I’m remembering it’s face it’s all fed up within Dawn Damn Dawn like it’s played in a shadowdance Like it’s displayed on the walls just get it over with
Our inherited cliché drives me insane for ever It’s all gone down now Dawn Damn Dawn And it’s displayed like a shadowdance Forever disembodiment Until it’s gore for cause When our spirit moves And frantic flesh is willing When my blood runs through And veins are slashed I’m heading for dawn effects Creating shadowdance effects Created by my mind In the shape of gore for…
Retracing life lines Where else are walls good for Retracing a final strive for
Creation disdained creation disdained Creation disdained creation disdained When a drop hits the floor a drop hits the floor As it’s turned into mud life bent towards life Creation disdained creation disdained Creation disdained creation disdained When a drop hits the floor a drop hits the floor As it’s turned into mud life where it’s needed right now Dawn damn dawn as it’s needed to play shadowdance Forever disembodiment in the shape of gore for…
Retracing life lines where else are walls good for Retracing a final strive for
It seems me the flow wherever it’s station Cross the styx at last flooded into it It seems me the glow wherever it’s station I’m onto it’ got rid of the red shit
Dance Disembodiment dance Dance Disembodiment dance You fools!
When I’m watching my own blood As it runs into gore I’m remembering it’s face It’s all fed up within Dawn Damn Dawn Like it’s needed to play shadowdance Forever disembodiment Or what it’s worth for
